Posts from the “Poetry” Category

Hurr, who chose to be free

Posted on October 4, 2016

light is breaking its way through gentle night with the reddened tones of a blood sunrise through the tents of Hussain on Ashura a morning breeze in deep sorrow sighs   those who’ve just spent the night in prayer prepare now to face the battle call bidding farewell to the ones they love their words, La ila ha illAllah   on the other side of the desert plain an enemy is preparing now for war amongst them is seated a man named Hurr a different battle waging at his core   what is this he is hearing around him? what is this he has heard the soldiers say? who is this they are planning to kill – planning now the murder of al-Hussain?   as if…

warriors + poets

Posted on September 3, 2016

once, there walked amongst us warriors.   we caught our breath when we witnessed the unyielding strength of their brows. we felt our hearts marked when we met the noble glint of their gaze. we fell to our knees as before our very eyes, the magnificence of lions stepped into the fray.   once, there breathed amongst us poets. what was dead in us began to blossom when we drank the elixir of life dripping in their words. what was fettered in us broke free when they taught us to raise our hands in prayer. what was long silent in us began to sing, as they whispered to us the secrets of the sky.   once, we walked alongside warriors, responding to the oppressed’s battle cry:…

جـدّي

Posted on January 16, 2016

what i wouldn’t give, my beloved Imam al-Naqi (a)   to walk toward your golden dome again to smell the dust of your grave again   to rest my head by your side, to speak to you of my sorrows,   to have your hand soothe my heart again.   (Grandfather, missing you… it hurts. in what way can i tell you “i love you, forever” when even forever is not enough?)

the first moment

Posted on December 2, 2015

the first moment my eyes set their sights on your karbala, i knew.   the moment i saw your flag still whipping in the breeze blood red, the blood of Muhammad (s)   your name written in the sky as if still held steady blood red, the arms of your flag-bearer…   my life, (the death i had thought was life) before my very eyes fell away and in its place, there remained only you.   jaanam… the first moment i smelled your fragrance, i knew,   all else was lost to me forever.

be with me

Posted on November 14, 2015

“Be with me always—take any form…only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!”   i am caught in the snares of your love i am drowning in the oceans of your memory i am gasping for breath on cliffs in the depths of a winter’s night screaming out your name   i am fumbling with the wreckage of my heart, sinews and veins trailing between my fingers my bruised knees slipping on rivers of tears and blood   please, do not leave me in the care of my self (12:53) do not abandon me to the wolves that howl inside hungering to tear me apart   do not desert me now, in my hour…

travelers in the night

Posted on October 16, 2015

I once met a man walking alone Where the path in the desert bends I asked him where he was headed— He said, “To visit an old friend.”   Our ways seemed to cross so I asked If I might join him by his side? He gestured the way and so off we set Two travelers in the night   As we walked we spoke of our songs The melodies written throughout our lives Miles passed in this way in dust under stars Until he stopped – “I have arrived.”   I looked around but all I could see Was desert, reaching out like sea But the man planted his cane and said, “This is where my friend will come to me.”   I…